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None of the comforting and familiar faces from Swiftcrest, just angry wolves, desperate for power and out for blood. Cassie leapt over the mass of gnashing teeth and claws to join her sister, her paws landing on the hard earth, keeping an eye out for Nora, sniffing hopefully at the air around her for her sister’s scent. It wasn’t there, but there was something faint…apples. She didn’t really have time to place this odd scent lingering in the air - why apples? Maybe from one of the desserts that were now strewn all over the ground, but this was different. She shook her head to clear her befuddled mind, and re-focused. She had to help Evie and she had to find Nora. She leapt in the air, jumpin

Dear Duke Seviel Lavescha, How have you been? The trial must have been created a path for you to enlarge your reputation since our side won the trial. I couldn't contact you the moment when the trial ended, I've become too busy and I hardly have enough time to communicate with you. Do you know the story entitled 'The Remember'? A man experiences rapid, reverse evolution. He goes from man to ape to sea turtle, losing about a million years a day. It's a famous tale I heard when I visited the temple.

"But people don't shut up. Not really. They just get quieter." I sat down on my bare mattress. The plastic covering crinkled beneath me. "What do they say? When they get quieter?" Ashley looked at me for a long moment. The cat socks. The fairy lights that had died. The textbook on cognitive dissonance. All of it suddenly felt like camouflage. "You ask a lot of questions for someone who just got here," she said. Careful. The word echoed in my skull, Detective Cross's voice, my own voice, the ghost of Alice's voice from a phone call that still played on a loop in my head.

THE KING KILLER The fire in the hearth was dying down, turning into a pile of glowing orange ribs. Esmeralda sat in the high-backed chair, her feet tucked under her. Outside, the wind was howling, a sound that usually made her feel lonely, but tonight it felt like a conversation. She had an old book open on her lap. The pages were yellow and smelled like dust and dried flowers. It was the book of the First Seers. She had read the same four lines a thousand times since she was a girl.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Tears filled my eyes as they replayed in my head. “My brother was a disgusting pervert, an abnormal freak who had also been possessed by a demon of lust,” I said in a small voice. “He said those words over and over to me till it stuck in my head, as if they were directed at me.” My mind replayed the way I had felt whenever he had opened his mouth to say even a word. And I would feel it deep down inside of my chest. Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed.

It was as if every piece of knowledge that could be useful in this world had been gathered and preserved here, waiting to be used by those who needed it. My fingers moved slowly across the shelves until they stopped on one particular title. Herb Remedies & Elixirs. The moment I read the words, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just recognition—it was something deeper, sharper. Images flooded my mind without warning, vivid and overwhelming. A small room, dimly lit, with books scattered across a bed. Pages filled with notes written in hurried handwriting. My hands holding one of those books, flipping through it quickly, trying to memorize something important. The feeling of pressure, of n

And if there's not, well, sex with Jake in any position of my choice here in the library seemed tempting either way. "Revelis Intermorta," I said. Gold flecks surrounded the book and around my fingers the instant I said the spell. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake in awe, looking all around us at the bright hue covering us. I smiled, turning my attention back to the book, trying to keep my focus on it.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

… White light flashed, and I returned to the real world. I was back in my old apartment. Everything felt like a long dream. I looked at myself in the mirror. My image felt familiar, yet strange. In that world, I had felt the depths of hate and the thrill of revenge. Everything had settled into a quiet calm. My phone buzzed with a news alert. [Genius pianist Xavier Zane announces a global tour. Tickets sold out instantly!] I froze. Xavier Zane? I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget.